Percy Bysshe Shelley
One Sung Of Thee Who Left The Tale Untold - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
One sung of thee who left the tale untold,
Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting;
Like empty cups of wrought and daedal gold,
Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting.
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